Bill Pearse

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• That last Friday in April

  By Bill Pearse on April 26, 2019 • ( 0 )

  Dawn quit her job so she could spend more time with the kids, and that meant her office was up for grabs. Dawn’s office is kind of ideal, with good morning light flanked by book shelves, and a door that… Read More ›

• The first death

  By Bill Pearse on April 25, 2019 • ( 19 )

  The dog’s warm tongue on my cheek, the den by the window where the sun comes in to expose the hair on my carpet, the dust on the lamps, the dirt on my legs from the morning’s hike. Going up… Read More ›

• Down stellar stream

  By Bill Pearse on April 19, 2019 • ( 10 )

  The rain is hypnotic like the static on the black and white TV I used to fall asleep to growing up. It was my first digital-assisted relaxation, when the programming ended and the Star-Spangled Banner played, and then it all… Read More ›

• Call me rapture

  By Bill Pearse on April 18, 2019 • ( 2 )

  

  All those sweet, heady blooms of spring came back, and outside it was warm and had just rained, it felt clammy and moist, so I got a beer and a lawn chair and collapsed into both. Dawn accumulated three heads… Read More ›

• Outside the frame

  By Bill Pearse on April 17, 2019 • ( 12 )

  

  I made plans to see friends I hadn’t seen in about 30 years, since high school. I took a Lyft to the bar and sat in a table by the front, and sent one of them a text: Pat fell… Read More ›

• What was left

  By Bill Pearse on April 14, 2019 • ( 15 )

  

  What was left in Charlotte’s bowl wasn’t worth saving. But I ate it on principle, so it wouldn’t go to waste. And there was an analogy in that, to going back to my hometown for our annual visit, gumming the… Read More ›

• Song for April, the draw down

  By Bill Pearse on April 1, 2019 • ( 7 )

  How the sky draws down, this time of year, when it’s newly spring: there is no urgency to its ending, not like fall or winter: it is the start of the long days of haplessness, the spooling out of light,… Read More ›

• Happiness is easy

  By Bill Pearse on March 31, 2019 • ( 19 )

  Two weeks ago, we went to brunch at the local ale house and I tried to nap before going to the airport. In a moment of clarity, Lily deleted all the data on her phone and gave it to Charlotte,… Read More ›

• Real time

  By Bill Pearse on March 28, 2019 • ( 7 )

  Probably the most comforting thing I could do was drink in bed. When I quit drinking I wrote a list of all the things I pledged I wouldn’t do when I started drinking again and one of the top 3… Read More ›

• Song for late March, sung from a dog

  By Bill Pearse on March 25, 2019 • ( 6 )

  There was no way we could all live forever. My dog knew that by the way she looked at me when she folded back into a crease on the couch and smacked her lips; that was it right there, the… Read More ›

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